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Kalima
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Birthday: 4/21/1982 Gender: Female
Interests: Skiing, rugby, camping, hiking, homework (much to my disgust), listening to music, chillin, Collecting toys (i am a nerd) other really cool stuff :)
Expertise: religious studies, archaeology hopefully, rugby, skiing, cross stitching, some crochet, baking, tv dinners, singing to the MP3s on my computer when no ones around, relaxing, playing Ultimate Frisbee...
If we had an ultimate frisbee team I'd have a hard time choosing between rugby and frisbee... good thing I dont have to!
being too busy..I could major in that.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/9/2003
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| i'm only writing here because I left a note for davie, and I wanted him to know that i really dont write here, but I wanted to say HI! if you want to really read me check out chenresig at livejournal.com out. | | |
| Dark pool, shimmering hole, one more night, all too cold, Arms drop, tears too, all because, only you, Wrong choice, 'i am a tool', silly girl, gullible fool, Shaming heart, flaming need, heart blocked mind, claiming greed, All her fault, this time gone, heart gone sour, naked faun, Killing softly, world amis, confusing soul, clenching fist, Another night, live through, hopes and dreams, she threw, Tired of trying, death sleep, sigh of regret, wounds too deep, Final blow, mercy kill, she's not worth it, hope spills, No tears, finally done, heart killed, caring shunned, Too late, never sees, never again, soul bleeds, Never staunched, never called, finished trying, it hurts to fall, No one can touch, pain or joy, a heart cased in stone, learned from a boy, Life now goes on, straight and narrow, alone yet free, no love no sorrow | | |
| Those glitering blue eyes...surrounded by waves of sunlight and smile crinkles. They drop me. All I wanted was to drown myself in the pools of ice water that penetrated my ability to speak. To bask in the warmth of your smile, to surround myself in you. And for a few breif moments I floated in your arms, and tasted the honey of your lips. And just as soon, at the word's first syllable, the honey turned to vinegar, and my heart back to coal. Flammable and black...akin to the stone in your own. Anger has died, along with my happiness, void and sadness, dissappointment and sorrow....and... hope? I still hope for your happiness, and feel shame for creating...something. I hope for the world to turn around and let me take back the honey kisses... Drunk on the bitter wine of tears shed at my own shame...my own stupidity... I am worth it, if only you could look past the recent wounds... to see the healing of someone who cares... I know the pain that comes with release, I know the eagerness for new company that comes with new freedom... And I know the comfort of my arms, and of yours...too much to be forsaken for the mistake of one night....or near mistake...my folly only... And for that, I return to my heart of coal, and find sollace in the cool untouchable surface... Your pressure on it increases day by day... slowly, transforming it... To something infinately more precious....but only with your touch...the pressure of your eyes...and arms... The weight of your sorrow is something that it can carry, but not the weight of your enforced solitude. I have better things to get me through the long nights than pining for something you will not give....like bitter wine....and shots to the head... Truely yours, Susan¢¾ | | |
| This is for my brother Davie! www.Emode.com Dont say I never got ya anything  | | |
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You're one clever and complex cub, Polar Bear. Sure, you don't hibernate like most of your cousins, but you're not exactly one to spend all your time chasing tail either. Still, it seems you don't have any trouble reeling in worthy partners with that alluring wit of yours. You're a smarty who isn't afraid to delve into the deeper sides of life. When you're feeling shy and reserved, however, you might just prefer to roam the expanses solo — at least for a while.
But things can get pretty chilly up there in the Arctic Circle. When it's time for you to couple up, you probably look for a mate who can provide both mental, and of course, physical stimulation. So keep your eyes out for a partner who can keep up with your intellectual wanderings and heart-felt emotions. Once you've warmed up to them, there'll be enough heat to melt even the largest snowcap. Yow!
Sushi, skydiving, and safaris. You're not afraid to experiment and do something different. That's why your romantic fantasy, The Foreign Affair, is exotic and exciting and usually takes place on distant soil.
Maybe you're on business in the Orient or taking a solo vacation through Europe. Either way, your itinerary is flexible in fantasyland. There's always time for some international intrigue.
From the dark stranger in the pub to the striking fellow next to you on the train—you never know which mysterious character might approach you with some covert operation.
But since life doesn't always imitate a Tom Clancy novel, you'll settle for a romantic dinner at a hidden basement bistro, a private screening of Casa Blanca, or even a weekend retreat in the mountains (James Bond style). Of course, wherever the final destination, you'd prefer it be kept top secret.
Cue the blue skies, white clouds, and heavenly chorus — your family is most like everyone's favorite Springfield residents, The Simpsons! Your clan may not have spiky yellow (or blue) hair or only four fingers per hand, but Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa, Maggie, and even Grandpa are still your family's TV soulmates. Sure, they squabble with the best of them (remember the time Bart burned Lisa's centerpiece? or when Homer ended up living in Bart's tree house after Marge got mad and threw him out?) but they always come through for each other when it counts. Look past the clever one-liners and surreal adventures, and you'll see a family with as much dysfunction — and as much love — as you and your nearest and dearest have in real life. So, to celebrate your Simpsonness, pull up a couch, grab a Duff beer, plop down in front of the TV, veg out, and thank your lucky stars that you don't have the Flanders family living next door!
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